an animal's response to the fate

Within the loom this tapestry's strung
threaded anew; woven dawn's first light

Clotho spins

Love that is but measured tempore ticks
away since day's first trembled kiss

Lachesis metes

Time shall be your friend, and enemy too
flames once kindled to allay night now consume

Atropos cuts.

The Fates thus cruel blind
to time's passing of our good times
what have we O why
bother for this transient lie?

response -

Have you forgotten what we were like then
when we were still first rate
and the day came fat with an apple in its mouth

it's no use worrying about Time
but we did have a few tricks up our sleeves
and turned some sharp corners

the whole pasture looked like our meal
we didn't need speedometers
we could manage cocktails out of ice and water

I wouldn't want to be faster
or greener than now if you were with me O you
were the best of all my days

Frank O'Hara (1926-1966)